With a cold, predatory glare, Eventide pushed her lush body off the ground, turning to Volta—the superhero she instantly recognized. Ytrisia's distinct purple hair with hints of blonde, along with the tight latex clinging to her heavy breasts, completely betrayed her identity.
Eventide was clearly caught off guard, her chest heaving against her painted-on top. She had expertly tracked the message source to this exact location and burst through the window, ready to roughly interrogate the man.
But before she could straddle him or act further, the one who violently attacked her was none other than another highly-ranked, estranged superhero.
"It should be me asking that," Ytrisia shot back, her emerald eyes narrowing dangerously as her own chest rose and fell. She glanced protectively toward Cruxius, who was now lounging on the ground, casually rubbing the red marks on his muscular neck.
